Try saying the title of this post 5x fast…lol you did it, now say it again but this time believe and accept what you are saying. We as young men and women need to understand that we are NOT perfect, we make mistakes, we fall, etc… But know that this is ok because we have a Father who loves us despite of what we have done.

Let’s look at just how much our Father loves us John 3:16-18, MSG says “This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And Why? Because of that person’s failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him.”

I’m getting teary eyed after reading those verses and fully understanding that “I AM Not Perfect,” however these verses don’t mean to go out here and blatantly disobey God and what he has done for us. There’s a piece in the verse that says God sent his Son not to point the finger, just let that sink in. Too many times we as young adults like to point the finger and say well he/she did it so why can’t I. We were told to be followers of Christ not followers of man, plus man isn’t perfect Christ is. Matthew 8:22, MSG ‘Jesus refused. “First things first. Your business is life, not death. Follow me. Pursue life.”

Before I sign off for this week I just want to leave you with this. Psalms 139:13-16, MSG “Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God — you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration — what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.”